Non-cruise books read this week (split up for import into MT):
After reading Hellblazer: Dangerous Habits, I re-read the original Books of Magic miniseries, written by Neil Gaiman, in which Constantine is part of the Trenchcoat Brigade that gives Tim Hunter the tour of magic. My impression of this series hasn’t changed much since the first time I read it: inoffensive, but would probably be a lot more interesting if I knew the backstories of the people met on the tour. (There are annotations, but it’s not the same.) I do appreciate the art more, having gained more experience in paying attention to the graphic part of graphic novels since. And, several years later, I still giggle at the hare telling the hedge piggie,
But it’s definite summat to tell your grandchildren, eh, Master Redlaw? “Coincidentally, the werry same day I was popped into a cook-pot, I discovered Empusa’s Infinitely Extensible Chain, on a owl.”
I’m given to understand that the subsequent series is not as good as the opening miniseries, which recommends it to me not at all.